Come Play With Me

I have a proposition. I invite you all to play a little game to play with me. I intend to write one paragraph today. It will be the beginning of what I hope will be a very interesting story. The catch is that I need you to help it come to a satisfactory end. All you need to do is add your own paragraph of how you would like it to continue. Are you ready to get your toes wet? Follow me.

You told me you had to leave before you couldn’t be able to control yourself. Afraid of doing something you would regret. I followed you silently down the long hallway of my apartment. I leaned against the cool wall opposite my front door, waiting for you to say goodbye. With your boots on you leaned in and kissed me quick on the cheek like you always do. You lingered for a second, rubbing your cheek against my neck and let out a soft moan. One grunt that held everything you wanted to say to me. I could have let you leave like I always do. Instead, I reached over and turned off the light. Our faces lit by the flickering images of the silent TV screen, I told you to kiss me on the cheek again, slowly. Your arms on either side of my body, you leaned your forehead and nose into my cheek and opened your lips slightly. Barely touching me, I could feel your hot breath on my skin as our chests would press against each other with each breath…

I remember how hot you felt, then. You told me you were cold, sitting together on the couch, watching Dr. Caligeri send his puppet out across stark and surreal landscapes. I waited for your mouth to finally cross the distance to my skin. Your breath swayed the tiny hairs on my skin, and I thought of sea grass in a thrusting current. I smelt your breath, earthy in a good way, and knew you brushed before you came. All I could think of then was the time you must have spent preparing- your hair was soft and slightly damp, the hint of cologne warming as you warmed, your clean honest breath. So much attention for what? To kiss me and leave? To moan and flee? The thought of your perpetual inertia spurred me. I tilted my face up to meet your parted wet lips.